Page 44 of The Laird's Wicked Game
Rae lifted a hand to stroke her face. “I will ensure to withdraw before spilling,” he assured her.
She favored him with a soft smile, even as her chest tightened. It was kind of him to worry about such things, yet he didn’t need to. “My womb will not quicken if ye release inside me,” she assured him. “I’m barren, remember?”
His eyes shadowed. “Are ye sure? I do not wish to—”
She raised her hand, placing her fingers upon his lips to silence him. She didn’t wish to discuss this. She and Errol had lain together often enough for it to be clear something was amiss with her, and the fact he’d sired three bairns with local women was proof enough. She couldn’t bear children. “I am sure.”
“What’s next then? Do ye wish me to fetch the book?” he asked after a pause.
“Aye … I will need to re-read this one,” she replied with a teasing smile. “For it’s complicated.”
He raised an eyebrow at that, inviting her to explain herself. Yet she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she retrieved The Art of Coupling and leafed through it, until she found the right place. “Here it is,” she murmured. “The Spider.”
“The Spider?”
“Aye.” Dropping her gaze back to the open book, she scanned the page. “It says it requires some flexibility … so hopefully, we can manage it.” He made a sound in the back of his throat at this, but she continued. “So … I lie on my back and hook my legs over yers. My hips should be raised a little above yers … while yer legs go underneath and bend to the side of my body.”
He screwed his face up, as he tried to visualize her instructions. “And then?”
“We rock back and forth until we find a rhythm that suits us.” Putting the book to one side, she shifted onto her back. “Sounds straightforward enough.”
Rae huffed a laugh. “If ye say so.” He moved around then, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His rod stood up like a banner, and the sight of it, waiting for her, made need quicken like wildfire in her loins. After some twisting, they managed to get into position. And when Rae slowly slid into her, filling her, stretching her, she bit back a deep groan. Heavens, he felt good. She was still wet and tender from her climax earlier, and he entered her easily.
Trembling now, she braced herself on her elbows while Rae leaned back on his hands. However, as they started to rock, Kylie hissed in pain.
Rae immediately halted, concern furrowing his brow. “Have I hurt ye?”
“No.” She muttered an oath then. “I’ve got cramp in my hip.”
He remained still, waiting until she nodded to him. They began to rock once more.
“Cods!” The cramp had seized her hip again, worse than before, and had spread to the back of her thigh. “I think we might have to choose another position.”
“Good idea … my back is killing me,” Rae grunted as he withdrew from her. A moment later, he rolled onto his back and pulled her astride him.
She huffed a surprised laugh. “That was a deft move, Maclean.”
His mouth curved into an embarrassed smile. “Aye, well … I’m a quick learner too.” A blush stained his cheekbones then. “I’ve always wanted a woman to ride me.”
She flushed at these words. She too had never coupled in this position. Errol had preferred Kylie under him as he plowed her.
She took hold of Rae’s shaft and positioned it between her thighs. They both groaned as she rolled her hips and eased his long thick length into her once more. Staring down at his face, she took in his parted lips, the way his eyes now hooded with lust.
“Do ye remember this position in the book?” he asked huskily.
“Aye.”
“Any advice then?”
Heat flared low in her belly. She wasn’t used to taking the lead, and yet excitement quickened within her at the thought of being in control for once.
“Grip my hips,” she instructed, thrilling at this new role. She’d never have dared to make such demands of her late husband. But Rae’s breathing quickened at her words, and he obeyed, his strong hands moving to her hips, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “Lift me slowly and move my hips in a gentle circle as ye do so.”
He complied.
“Aye,” she breathed, as pleasure rippled through her core. “Lower me onto yer rod again … the same way.”
He did before repeating the act, again and again. And with each sensual roll and slide, she felt herself growing wetter and needier. A throb started deep within her quim, one that craved more. And the instructions in The Art of Coupling told her how to get what she wanted.